Friday, May 20, 2011


Traveling Light

by Linda Pastan

I'm only leaving you
for a handful of days,
but it feels as though
I'll be gone forever—
the way the door closes

behind me with such solidity,
the way my suitcase
carries everything
I'd need for an eternity
of traveling light.

I've left my hotel number
on your desk, instructions
about the dog
and heating dinner. But
like the weather front

they warn is on its way
with its switchblades
of wind and ice,
our lives have minds
of their own.


Pam Johnson Brickell said...

Wonderful poem! Travel safe!

RH Carpenter said...

Pam, unfortunately it was just a virtual trip in my mind - can't leave town because I have jury duty!!

Pam Johnson Brickell said...

Ahhhh, wishing for anyplace but here :)

RH Carpenter said...

Pam, I hope all is well and the weather is not buffetting your area again. We had horrid storms this morning after 3 am - a rough night. Since I so love South Carolina, I can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else!